Category: Fiction

Kevin Singer This is the true accounting of the events of the night of August 28, 2023, as recorded by

Travis Flatt The other bottle boys carry Micah up and down trash mountain, crunching rotten plastic beneath their cloth-wrapped feet.

Elizabeth Monreal My owner died two weeks ago. She was in the hospital, but no one thought to bring me.

Brenna Walch after twenty-one-year-old Yves Saint Laurent at Christian Dior’s Funeral, 1957 They buried his mentor in his own design.

Samantha Levy You and I first slept together in October, but we had been friends and colleagues for three years

Elissa Matthews The sign at the bottom of the hill says “No Trucks Over 5 Tons Allowed.” It’s supposed to

Cain Randle I had been thinking about writing a memoir for twenty years and staring at a blinking cursor in

N.J. Webster On our hike to say goodbye, we find a tortilla chip truck at the bottom of the canyon.

Amber Burke We’d just bought one of those Maine houses, you know the kind, right on the cliffside, gulf below,